When He Comes Home

I hear him pull in
I look out the window
I think to myself
"Where did he go?"
I look at the clock
It's nearing midnight
He's parked crooked again
Something's not right
He's walking up the stairs
I slink back to our room
I hear him at the door
He'll be inside soon
I then hear the cursing
As he walks inside
I pull the blanket over my head
That's where I hide
I don't want to see him
He's drinking again
I hate him like this
When will this all end
I wish he would stop
He gets drunk all the time
And then likes to pretend
Everything is fine
I hate this feeling
I hate being alone
But I hate it the most
When _ _ _ _ _ comes home



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